tuxedos in the a.m.
It is Saturday morning, and I watch my husband trying on his tuxedo, with no shirt. I can’t decide if it makes him look like a bum, or weirdly California-stylish, or just silly. “Silly” is just such a nice, catch-all type of term. We go to a benefit tonight. I have to find a dress. … Continue reading tuxedos in the a.m.
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